“Life is painful. It has thorns, like the stem of a rose. Culture and art are the roses that bloom on the stem. The flower is yourself, your humanity. Art is the liberation of the humanity inside yourself.”
santoshkumar B Pandey at 6.15Pm
"💞LOVE IS A HEAVEN OF THIS WORLD 💞"
" Love is the scent with the lotus born. It is the silent choirs of petals Singing the winter’s harmony of uniform beauty. Love is the song of the soul, singing to God. It is the balanced rhythmic dance of planets - sun and moon lit In the skyey hall festooned with fleecy clouds - Around the sovereign Silent Will. It is the thirst of the rose to drink the sunrays And blush red with life. ‘Tis the promptings of the mother earth To feed her milk to the tender, thirsty roots, And to nurse all life. It is the urge of the sun To keep all things alive. Love is the unseen craving of the Mother Divine That took the protecting father – form, And that feeds helpless mouths With milk of mother’s tenderness. It is the babies’ sweetness, Coaxing the rain of parental sympathy To shower upon them. It is the lover’s unenslaved surrender to the beloved To serve and solace. It is the elixir of friendship, Reviving broken and bruised souls. It is the martyr...
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